Baseball

June 2, 2008

By Roy D., Hubbard, OR

I walk slowly up to the plate I put the bat to my shoulder I watch the pitcher throw the ball over the plate I watch the ball fall like a boulder I heard the umpire call a strike I put the bat back on my shoulder.

I have to hit the ball before it is too late The pitcher does his windup The ball is coming down, what’s my fate? To the plate I have to stand up. The pitcher lets go of the ball I swung at the ball and didn’t give up.

The umpire has to wipe off the plate. I give the pitcher an intensive look It is inning number eight It is a sad looking scorebook The ball comes fast down the pipe Do I have time to take a look?

Strike right across the plate. My bat was still on my shoulder I swung but it was too late, I have to get the bat back on my shoulder That was my second strike... My arm is getting colder.

I can do this my bats on my shoulder.

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